the ones you lost
have now been found
riding like mad
a merry-go-round
the one to hell
and back, my dear
don’t fear the reaper
for she’s near
the gift of life
the prize of dying
we grind and toil
and keep on trying
three wishes granted
if you dare
mischievous fairies
they don’t care
beyond the place
of broken bones
of broken dreams
and thunderdomes
the abyss-born is rising fast
from oceans wide and mountains vast
she wields her scythe
she tears apart
each fiber of our beating hearts
our darkest lady has arrived
her voice cuts deeper than a knife
inside the ashen halls of fate
where gods and demons were betrayed
she’s sipping from the holy grail
black dress, silk mask, a flowing trail
wide eyes so bright
red lips so lush
she rules the night
be still now, hush
as everything falls into place
and darkness pierces every corner
you might turn mad touched by her grace
and everybody left a mourner
20th July 2017
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